"Yikes, the sun's kinda bright isn't it?..", Tristan admitted as the two of them were slowly coming used to seeing it again after so many months. The two of the still were a bit off in the head since the teleportation transfer was a brand-new experience for them. "At least we're alright... no apparent issues of going through the teleporter right now.".
Esme chuckled warmly, "My uncles and Bea had been transported as well, but yeah, it is a first for us giants as we're human. My folks and my little siblings will have no problem, I'm sure.", glancing around at their bedroom walls, sighing lightly as she and Tristan had been messing around in here during Robert and Susan's little vacation, through Tristan was small at the time before his transformation.
And now, Tristan can actually fit properly on the bed, nude as ever. Tristan chuckled lightly, "It's gonna be strange to feel fabrics again. I haven't worn boxers in months!".
"We'll have to fix your wardrobe a bit though, love. After all, you try to put on any of your clothes... they wouldn't even fit on your pinkie toe.", Esme chuckled as she reminded him that whatever clothes he had was more fitting for a 6'2 man... not a 52-foot giant.
Tristan chuckled warmly, "Very true. Luckily, we got the size ray in the kitchen, bring it over and enlarge my wardrobe temporarily, through we'd have to ask Doc for the size-shifting feature for the clothes like you have.", before looking at Esme with a wry smile, "You know, we haven't actually mated in the bedroom. You look like an angel in the sunlight, babe.", glad that the windows are frosted on the outside so no one cannot look inside.
Esme giggled as she posed a sexy pose. "Oh, am I really?", she smirked before she moved up and grabbed him by the groin. "Well, then, I guess it has been quite a bit since we last had some fun... so I guess you just want to give your mate what she needs.".
Tristan kissed her lovingly, "As you wish, my beautiful Esme.", grabbing her buttocks, and squeezing them, earning a gasp from Esme and purred with a smirk, "You like that, babe? Wanna sit on me?", spreading his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, his manhood waking up quickly from Esme's expert touch.
"Oh, I certainly would like that... or maybe we try something a little different.", Esme winked as she slowly started to dance and grind against him like she was a stripper at a strip club.
Tristan stared at her with love and awe as he gasped at the grinding sensation, "Oh, Esme, you are an angel of a minx.", reaching out to squeeze her bouncing breasts.
"Well, I clearly have got a bit of a descendant in it... if what some of those things my Papa has joked about in front of us is true.", Esme teased as she moaned from being squeezed.
Tristan laughed warmly, "I couldn't blame your father if those things are half true or all true, but honestly, you are truly loosening up. I love this minx side of yours.", squeezing her breasts a bit firmer, feeling that the grinding is getting a bit wilder, "You getting wet, babe?".
"Oh, you can probably already tell, Trist...", Esme smiled as she leaned back to the point where she had her head almost backwards to him and kissed him on the forehead. "Wow... didn't know I was that limber to be honest...", she chuckled.
Tristan kissed her back on the temple, "Well, we are stronger than any normal human, so being extra limber couldn't surprise me.", before moaning and gasping as he felt her juices soaking down on his manhood, "Oh, yeah...Please sit on me, let me fill you up, Esme, my angel!".
"Really just aren't one for foreplay, are you?", Esme chuckled as she sighed before leaning back against him and slowly grinding her butt-crack against his cock. "Okay, then, stick it in."
Tristan ducked a bit lower for his cock to find the prime spot, and he thrusted up, his manhood pushing through her vagina as he wryly hugged her, giving her love bites on the corner of her shoulder and her neck, hearing her making all the pleasure sounds.
"Oh, Tristan... you've certainly gotten wilder, haven't you?", Esme laughed before moaning from the pleasure that she was feeling as he slowly pushed more of his dick inside of her.
Tristan purred into her ear, "And I love it. I love calling you a minx...I don't know about myself...Tramp, perhaps...", as he can feel her walls contracting around his manhood, slowly pushing, aiming for the sweet G-spot.
"That still sounds like it should be fitting for me as well... since I am such a tramp for you.", Esme smirked as she moaned again when Tristan reached as far as he could inside of her.
Tristan chuckled deeply, making his manhood vibrate inside her, hitting her G-spot, and Esme gasped, "Yes, that's the spot! My lord, please fuck me!".
Tristan purred slowly into her ear, "You're calling me a lord, eh? I like it. Way better than tramp, and besides, I prefer minx for you, my Esme. Fuck you, hmm? As you wish, my minx.", before starting to move his hips, thrusting back and forward slowly.
"Fuck!", Esme shouted once more before she fell backwards on him and the two now laid on the bed as he kept thrusting inside of her.
Tristan raised his legs as he kept thrusting inside of her, increasing his speed, whispering to her, "Call me that again, Esme.", licking and suckling the edge of her ear.
"My lord, please, just keep fucking me! Fuck me like the little tramp that I am!", Esme screamed as she kept getting ravaged by him.
Tristan purred lowly as he nuzzled her neck, thrusting harder into her, "Uh-uh, no tramp. Minx, call yourself a minx, or I will have to hold back longer. Do you want more?".
"No, please, give your little minx all that she wants!", Esme shouted as she felt another wave of pleasure hit her.
Tristan smiled widely, "That's my good little minx.", thrusting faster, hitting the sweet g-spot, hearing her gasp again and again, "Beg, minx, I can feel that you're getting close. Do you want me to be your lord, hmm?".
"Oh, yes! I love you, my lord, you will always be my lord!", Esme cried as she kept going on him.
Tristan purred-growled lowly as he rolled over expertly, with Esme's front on the bed while slapping her butt-cheeks with a hand as he thrusted deeper, "That's a good minx. Scream for me, beg for me to come. Do you want to be filled up?".
"Yes, yes!", Esme screamed. "I want you to fill me up so bad! I want to feel your hot cum inside me... I want to be so full I couldn't even walk!".
Tristan bellowed out, "As you wish, my minx! I love you, Esme!", finally letting go as he thrusted one last time into her g-spot. "I love you, Tristan!", Esme shouted before she finally orgasmed.
Tristan smiled as he sent load after load of his sperm into Esme, surprised that he actually lasted much longer than the previous several times down in the underground world, though he had improved on lasting a bit more in each love-making session.
He kissed Esme's shoulders, speaking softly, "We did it, babe. We actually went wild without anyone hearing or seeing us.".
"Are we so sure about that?", Esme joked as she kissed him on the lips. "With how loud we were going, we might have woken up the whole town at a moment.".
Tristan laughed warmly, "This is a castle, it's more private, through that could be funny in some aspect, I suppose.", before a ringing sound came to their ears, and Esme chuckled, punched a button, "Yeah?".
Doc's voice sounded out, "You home yet?", and Esme answered, "Yeah, we're home.". Doc gave out a hum vocally, "Excellent. I am just letting you know that we are on one of the islands, the three-ring islands that the Quantonium made from Bea's transmutation of nuclear radiation. Anyway, I am fixing up another teleporter, and we'll be ready to receive you after lunch. After all, you would need a bit of time to get used to wearing clothes, yes?".
Esme replied, "Pretty much since we got here after breakfast. After lunch, that sounds good. 1 o'clock then?", and Doc chuckled, "That's perfect, and oh, please tell Tristan that the islands are in your name and his name. They are owned by the government, thanks to Monger, but they are essentially yours.".
Esme widened her eyes in shock, "You aren't kidding, are you, Doc?", and Doc's voice gave out a laugh, "Nope! Monger said that it's a college gift for both of you.".
Esme smiled widely, "I'll tell Tristan. Thanks for the info, Doc. We'll be there!", and Doc hummed vocally, "We'll see you then.", before a beep sounded out, ending the call. Tristan exhaled slowly, "Never saw that one coming.".
"Me either.", Esme admitted. "I know Monger has been really kind to us... but I swear, it feels like he's spoiling us at times.".
"I agree.", Tristan nodded. "Oh, shit, I forgot, we might also need to, you know... see our folks? Your grandparents, my parents...".
Esme smiled, "We can invite them here for lunch. But we still got some hours to ourselves as...", glancing at the clock, "we got here at 7 after breakfast.".
Tristan nodded, "Indeed. I would need time to get used to clothes again, but first...the mention of that gift got me excited again...", feeling his manhood all recovered once more, still inside Esme, "Wanna go wild once more for a second round, my minx?", purring with a low chuckle.
"You just can't be fully satisfied after once anymore, can you, my lord?", Esme smirked at him. "The underworld screwed me up there, love... that or the Quantonium.", Tristan explained as he grinned.
Esme chuckled lightly, "Definitely both.", looking thoughtful for a moment before grinning lightly, "Let's do a different way of going wild. Pull out of me, my lord, I want you to tie my hands to the bedposts, with silk.".
Tristan's eyes widened upon hearing that. "Jeez, Esme... When did you get so kinky?", he asked her as he pulled out of her and started walking over to find some silk that was around the room somewhere.
Esme laid back against the bedrest with a chuckle, "It's my minx side coming out, but luckily, I ain't into that extreme stuff. I am only heading for like the medium line, I suppose. Oh, the silk handkerchiefs are in that drawer next to my wardrobe, yeah, the top one. Are you..alright with this?".
"Sure, if it's nothing too extreme.", Tristan told her as he walked over to her to kiss her on the forehead before he went back to the wardrobe and found the handkerchiefs. "These going to be big enough?", he asked. "I mean, I know they're our size and all, but I'm just thinking with the Quantonium and all, that you'd mostly tear out of these fairly quick no matter how hard I tie.".
Esme blushed, "I asked Mama about making those handkerchiefs tear-resistant, and with some smart maneuvering, Doc crafted them up. I'll be fine.", before giving him a puppy eyes look with an obedient hint in her face, "I'm at your service, my lord.".
"Well then, hold still because I'm going to make these things really tight, so you don't free yourself there...", Tristan chuckled as he started to tie her to the bedframe.
Esme nodded as she stayed still, her hands soon tied to the bedposts, and Tristan nodded, "Any numbness?", and Esme waved her hands, feeling that her wrists are tied really well, "I can feel them working just fine. It's your turn, my lord. After all, I suggested the silk ties.".
"Oh, is it now, my little minx?", Tristan teased as he went back for a few more. "Well, then, let's get your legs too then, how does that sound?". Esme purred softly, "Yes, please, my lord. I serve for you, my lord.".
"Then stay silent and allow your lord to do whatever it is he wishes with you.", Tristan told her as he started to tie up her legs. "But please let me know if I'm going too far, love.".
Esme blinked, "We need a safe word...Something that isn't too common...I got it, Stardust. Not now, but yes, when I am uncomfortable.", before becoming silent.
"Sure, that works fine.", Tristan smiled as he finished tying things. "Now then... What am I going to do with this naughty minx I've caught?", he asked to himself.
Esme remained silent, tilting her head curiously, blinking at Tristan, no, her lord, for the time being, quivering with anticipation and excitement on the inside.
"Well, let's see... you've broken into my chambers... so I might have to torture you a bit to see what you know.", Tristan smirked as he was now thinking of how to add a little fun to this second round of lovemaking.
Esme widened her eyes, gave out a small whimper as she blinked in a begging gesture, growing curious to see what's on her lord's mind.
"Hmm, now then... let's get some answers.", Tristan leaned in and slowly ran his fingers along her legs before he made it to her toes and started to tickle the soles of her feet. "How long do you think you can last before you're begging me to stop?", he asked as he kept going.
Esme gasped, struggling to retract her feet, pouting at her lord as she struggled to remain quiet from gigging out loud.
"Keeping silent, are we? Well, you may hold for now... but eventually, you'll crack.", Tristan smirked as he kept going and tickling her even more.
Esme bit her lip, feeling the urge to beg vocally, and before long, she whined out loud, "Please stop, my lord! Take me, my lord!".
"Oh, broke already, did we? Well, then... if it gets me what I wish to hear then...", Tristan crawled up onto the bed and moved his head close to her slit. "I still haven't fully broken you... so we might need to remedy that.", he told her as he stuck his tongue out and licked her dripping sex.
Esme gasped in pleasure, "Oh, yes, my lord! I will tell what you want to ask, my lord!".
"Good.", Tristan smirked as he kept eating her out right then and there. "First of all, then... who was it that sent you and why?" He hopes that at least Esme would be decent at thinking of some story off the top of her head; just to keep the fun refreshing.
Esme gasped out loud, "I didn't mean to break into your castle, my lord...Everybody dared me to do it because they said that you were a big fire-breathing dragon-shifter, having a huge vault of shiny gold! They wanted a gold bar as proof! I was only hungry for food, I swear! They promised to give me the best-tasting food they got.".
"Oh, so you're nothing more than a measly little thief.", Tristan growled as he went in for another few licks. "You should've told me you were an assassin; I would've been more impressed.", he grinned, hoping she would keep following with the little story they were creating.
Esme whimpered in mock fright as she begged, "Oh, please, my lord. I would have never killed you. My father taught me better than that. I may be a born thief, my lord, but I'd be happier being alive, having one of my hands chopped off for the crime I have done, than regretting a death like yours, my lord.".
"Well, we might be able to come to a better outcome than you leave missing a hand and all.", Tristan smirked once more as he stopped and got closer to her. "Since I haven't gagged you, why don't you make that mouth a bit more useful right now?", he said as he moved to the point that his cock was right in her face.
Esme blinked up at him, "Stardust, sort of. I am not comfortable in deep throating, but I can lick it.".
"Okay, that's alright, love.", Tristan told her as he kissed her forehead. Esme smiled softly before leaning in, "Yes, my lord.", licking her lord's manhood like a dog, blinking up at him.
"Oh... Esme...", Tristan moaned as he felt her tongue on his manhood as he positioned himself slightly better and pushed his hands against the wall above her.
Esme replied, "I love you, Tristan, but remember, minx and lord?", before continuing to lick her mate's manhood.
"Sorry.", Tristan apologized. "That's it... keep licking, minx... That's what you are... just a little minx to a powerful lord like me.". Esme whined obediently as she kept licking her lord's big and powerful cock.
"Oh, that feels so good...", Tristan moaned once more; though deep down in his mind, he was sort of wishing that she would go a bit further than just licking, but she already made her limit clear, and he respected that. After all, the strongest relationships were often built on trust and all, he once heard that sort of saying.
Esme smiled lightly, soon slowing down as her mouth is losing strength at licking, and looked at her lord with begging eyes, "Oh, my lord, am I able to do any other service?".
"I have another idea of what to do...", Tristan smirked as he pulled back and positioned himself once more to where he was close to her vagina and ready to put himself inside her again. "Well, my little minx... I wonder, are you a virgin?".
Esme gasped in surprise, "My lord, you are the first one to have the honor to strip me of my maidenhood. A thief stays alone to themselves...through it is lonely, my lord...It's a cold, cruel world out there...".
"Well, then let me heat you up a bit for a moment this day.", Tristan told her as he leaned forward to kiss her on the lips as his moist cock slowly pushed its way back into her.
Esme whispered softly after she kissed him back, "You're the best kisser. Many boys stole kisses from me, but you, my lord, you are...so full of surprises...", feeling her vagina being filled up by her lord's manhood.
"I thought you would be saying more about me taking your virginity right now.", Tristan chuckled as he moaned again as he pushed deeper into her once more.
Esme sighed deeply, "I'm not in trouble, am I, my lord? I always heard that many men go rough on thieves...You're not scary like they said...".
"Let's wait a bit before we decide some things.", Tristan told her as he kept going and pushed to his furthest before he started to get the thrusting rhythm.
Esme gasped and moaned at the feel of the rhythm, "Yes, my lord. Please...", looking at him with puppy eyes.
"Oh...", Tristan was about to break character for a moment there because those eyes were almost always too much. "Your charm may be wasted, minx... I still haven't decided to have you maimed or killed for breaking into my chambers.".
Esme whimpered softly, "Oh, my lord. I don't want to die on this day, especially when you are making my dream of losing my maidenhood to a handsome man like you, my lord.".
"Well, charming words might help you.", Tristan made another hard thrust into her before he leaned down to kiss her once more.
Esme gasped from the contact, feeling her G-spot get hit just in the right place, and kissed him fervently, struggling to move, but her ties hold her back, "Please, my lord, I am always ready to serve you! You are extremely skilled, endowed with such a powerful presence! Break me in, my lord...Please!".
"I might consider it.", Tristan told her as he made a few more thrusts. "Oh, lord... you always feel so good, Esme...", he muttered under his breath as he kept it up; knowing he could still go for quite a bit more as he kept kissing her.
Esme gasped and whimpered in pleasure, "Yes, yes, you feel so good, my lord! Please let me go, I need to feel your strength, my lord!".
"I shall give it to you, little minx.", Tristan told her as he made another large thrust. "Oh, God, that's so good, you've truly been blessed with quite the body... I feel myself almost being drained by you with how tight and good you feel.".
Esme gasped at that one, "Oh, my lord, you're strong! You're so big and powerful, my lord! I promise I'll not escape if you let me go. You are too good to me, more than I deserve, being a lowly thief...I want to show you my loyalty.".
"Then show your loyalty by begging for my seed! Begging for me to making you nothing more than a tramp minx that you are and are subservient to my will!", Tristan shouted as he thrusted once again.
Esme nodded furiously, "Please, my lord, fill me with your seed! Make me your minx! I am your servant! You are my lord, my master, oh, great and powerful one! Fill me with your seed, master!".
Tristan made a few more pushes before he finally felt himself reaching his climax and finished inside of her once more. Esme followed suit herself only a few moments later before she really felt the need to try and pull herself free as if by instinct.
Esme blushed as she heard a crack in the bedpost, "Opps. You really tied me really good, Tristan.".
"Well, you wanted me to do that, but I wasn't fully sure how tight you really wanted it. I thought maybe just enough that you could free yourself if you really needed to and all.", Tristan explained.
Esme chuckled softly, "My fault for not being more specific, but all the same, you did wonderful, my love. We definitely have to do the wild stuff occasionally, if that's fine with you.".
"Oh, that's perfectly fine with me. Like I said before, keeps things interesting and all.", Tristan smiled as he kissed her once more before he started to untie her binds. "Can you still move your hands and feet, love?"
Esme wriggled her hands and feet, and smiled, "Yep. Working well.", before glancing at the clock, "Still plenty of time before lunch. A hot shower will be glorious!".
"You might want to take one first.", Tristan told her. "I need to quickly ring my parents and all... kinda soften the blow with a few things with them, you know?".
Esme smiled warmly, "Yeah, tell them that they're invited for lunch. They have my grandparents on dial themselves, pass on the message that way. But first, did you forget something?", teasing him slightly with a gesture downwards.
"What? Am I still ready for another round?", Tristan grinned as he kissed her neck.
Esme shook her head with a giggle, "No, silly. I have to walk, so you have to pull out, hmm? Don't worry, we'll have time for tonight. After all, we have teleporters now after we tour our islands.".
"Oh, right.", Tristan chuckled as he pulled out of her and took a deep breath. "Boy, I really filled you up this time... maybe even a bit more than earlier.", he then sat up. "Might be the Quantonium again... putting my whole sperm factory on overload there a moment ago.".
Esme smirked lightly, "That'll be a great help when we are aiming to have a family one day, but now, I am just enjoying the fun we do. And you are an expert on holding back now, Tristan. After all, the first time was short in retrospect.", getting up from the bed, swaying slightly as she walked to the bathroom, grabbing a shirt, "Just to start off on getting used to wearing fabric again. Try a tank top yourself to start off, love.", blowing him a kiss.
"It feels strange, Esme... not an entirely new concept." He joked with her as he went to grab some of Phillippe's clothes as a little stop gap until he could get his old wardrobe up to scale.
Esme laughed warmly, "Strange, that should be our motto!", before closing the door, leaving Tristan alone to do his call and such. Everything except the fact that a village existed and all in the underworld, it got explained. Lunch was quite happy with a lot of reunions and catching up on surface gossip.
Tristan and Esme got eventually used to wearing a good number of clothes over the few hours before lunch but turns out they found that wearing boxers and a set of bras felt too restricting for the time being. Soon, at exactly 1 o'clock, Esme and Tristan are ready to head to explore their new properties.
"Crazy to think we're going to be exploring such a brand-new world... well, again anyway.", Tristan chuckled to his mate.
Esme grinned softly, "And it's all ours.", before hearing a beep sound out on their teleporter, and instantly, they got teleported to the first island of the three-island chain, north of Hawaii and west of San Francisco.
The first island is said to be roughly the size of Massachusetts, and the island to the left is roughly the size of Vermont, and the last island that's on the right bottom of the chain, it's roughly the size of Connecticut.
"These islands are huge... hard to believe that the amount of nuclear radiation in Bea could create all this.", Tristan whistled the moment they warped to the island.
Esme nodded as they are on the highest point of the island, slowly stepping off the teleporter, awed at the fauna of the island, seeing that it's a mix of tropical jungle and savanna forestry.
The voice of Dr. Cockroach sounded out, "It's nice to see you two again.", and the duo looked over to see a rustic yet modern tram car with Doc, Link, and B.O.B. in it, actually on shoulder level of the giants.
Tristan grinned, "Hey, boys! Dang, is that actually a tram car?", and Link smirked lightly, "We needed transportation, so we got tram cars, bridges, horse carriages, but we're still figuring out on shipping the horses.".
"You've certainly must have had some fun exploring and all during the time we were still under the earth.", Esme giggled as Tristan wrapped an arm around her. "And you two seem to have quickly adjusted back to wearing clothes again.", Link teased.
Tristan laughed softly, "Turns out that we have exceptions to have clothes on since we are technically feeling more normal today.".
Doc smiled, "Indeed. We figure that these islands of yours should have some form of trading or something since I'm sure you could have an idea to have villages and such.".
Esme glanced at Tristan with a smile, "Well, first, we gotta name the islands so they're fully ours. I was thinking Ripple Island for this one since Bea is technically a butterfly hence causing butterfly effect, making the islands thanks to her nuclear radiation transmuted into Quantonium.".
"You've been thinking of that for weeks, haven't you?", Tristan grinned at her. "How did you notice?", Esme laughed back at him.
"How's everything going on under the earth? Everyone doing okay?", B.O.B. asked. "Oh, very much so... the children have all been born including Bea's eight.", Esme explained.
"Eight?!", Link looked like he was about to have a heart attack hearing that. "Yeah, four boys and four girls. All very special. Of course, it's probably good you weren't there when she laid the eggs, Link. She was having a stressful time laying them.", Tristan told him.
Doc blinked in wonder, "That's just incredible. The large number of children...Bea's part butterfly, so that makes sense.". B.O.B. giggled, "You're a grandpa, Link!".
"Yeah... yeah, I am, I guess...", Link was trying to still wrap his head around the whole thing of being a grandfather to eight children.
Tristan hummed in thought and glanced over the island, "Ripple Island, I like it...What should the island stand for? A sanctuary for the homeless?".
Esme hummed lightly, "Mama said that over 500,000 people are homeless in America alone.".
"I swear, you two act more like Susan herself at times.", Doc chuckled upon hearing that. "Honestly, sounds perfect use for it all.", Link admitted.
Tristan smiled, "It's settled then. Ripple Island shall be a sanctuary for the American Homeless. I am sure some of them is self-sufficient, so I could easily see farms and fields on this island. What about the other two islands?".
Doc hummed lightly, "May I make a suggestion? The second island, I like the sound of Independence as perhaps, the second island would be a sanctuary for people who wants to be free from racism...".